Gyone: The Baron part 4
"I'm sorry, could you run that by me again?" asked Gyone.
"Are you deaf, man?!" shouted Valkyrie, noticeably stirred and jittery.
He clenched his grip harder as he continued.
"Bomb. Underneath us. Boom! Big, big boom, Gyone!"
Gyone formed a fist and punched a staggering blow to the gut, causing Valkyrie to lose hold of the silenced pistol and soon dropped it to the floor. He shouted.
"Settle down, goddammit!" He let out a sigh and continued in a more relaxed manner. "Now. Are you absolutely sure about this?"
Valkyrie caught his breath and stood up. He pulled from his suit a small device, shaped and crafted like a cell phone. However, it's implications were far more then just calls and texts. This was a scanner, able to form a rough map of any given area with heat signatures to boot.
"See for yourself," said Valkyrie as he tossed the device.
Gyone looked and saw a very detailed layout of the Bison, each nook and cranny exposed to the eye. Then it came to him, the image of pure red underneath in what seemed to be the sewers beneath. A large, blinking signature surrounded by four smaller ones. He took a glace at the description under the large one and turned to Valkyrie, now sure that his panic was justified, and began to speak.
"I see," said Gyone. "Anymore info?"
"Upon further inspection, I can say for sure that it's an Alpha-Class explosive, and it's embedded tight. If detonated, the blast will be enough to collapse this entire building, if not miles beyond!" said Valkyrie. "This could turn into a catastrophe.."
Valkyrie hears the sound of the pistol's safety being turned off. He turns to Gyone who brandishes the weapon with content; indicated by the smirk on his face.
"It could, couldn't it?" said Gyone as he turned to Valkyrie. "Not if you follow my lead."
"Well aren't you full of answers?" said Valkyrie, distraught ringing through his voice. "Blowing his brains out sounded well and good before, but I believe this'll require a bit more.. coordination."
Gyone's smirk faded, knowing that he was right in reality. He rested the gun to his side.
"Alright then," said Gyone.
"Talk to him. The red-haired one," said Valkyrie. "He could be useful."
Gyone headed for the door. As he opened it, he spoke.
"Save the day, huh? I can't get over the irony here. Well. Let's play hero, shall we?"
Valkyrie chuckled and followed him out.
"First, a drunken ass; then a savior, my boy," said Valkyrie, laying a hand on Gyone's left shoulder.
As the words escaped his mouth, he formed a slur, lazy glare, and a dumb grin; the one only made of pure alcohol. He went ahead walking like a fool and shouted to the waiting party. Gyone stared at Baron who shared his own, looking annoyed to the point of killing as he hammered each of his fingertips against the table in quick succession. Shigiro, with his eyes trained to Baron, sat stoic. And the man gave a friendly wave to the both of them. Gyone wasted no time and headed to his seat. Valkyrie as well made it to his seat, albeit with many falls and a final crawl up.
"Well it's about damn time you decided to join us, you two," said Baron. "We thought you were going to be making out forever!"
He began to laugh a hardy, powerful laugh and punched Shigiro on the shoulder. Needless to say, it was a miracle that he kept that hand. Shigiro struggled to maintain control. Baron's face turned to flustered anger soon after as he continued.
"Now. No time to waste. Dealer!" shouted Baron as he pointed to him.
The dealer sighs, then responded.
"Yes, yes; give me one moment please."
"Enough waiting!" shouted Baron as he slammed both hands down and pushed himself forward.
"You wanted to play the game, so wait for the shuffle!" shouted the dealer in rebuttal.
"Listen you twit, I'm here to play, not.."
He was interrupted by the dealer.
"Morals and such, I know."
"Watch your mouth, dealer!" shouted Baron.
"No you listen here. What kind of man, be that as you may a gambler type, does this for a game?!"
"Come on! What's the matter with a little spice?!" shouted Baron with a sadistic grin on his face. "Tell me this isn't the most interesting game you've ever seen."
"Enough of this!" shouted the dealer as he threw the cards down in a mess. "Why are you doing this?! Surely there's more to it then just mere game."
Baron chuckled, then responded to the assumption under his breath.
"Just a small going-away present for myself is all.."
During this time, we turn to Gyone. He looked to Shigiro and struck up a conversation, nudging the shoulder which was punched.
"Gentle on the touch," said Shigiro. "The boy hits hard. The only thing he can do, I'd reckon.
"Apologies all around, but can I talk to you about something important?"
Shigiro looked to Gyone for a moment, then he answered.
"Speak," answered Shigiro.
He looked at the scene brewing up between Baron ad the dealer, then leaned in closer before he continued in a whisper.
"You see the old man with the fedora and the nasty drinking problem over there?" asked Gyone as he pointed.
To this, Shigiro only nodded.
"Well," Gyone continued. "He isn't as stupid as he looks. We have a plan to take down the Baron, and we need some help."
"Hmm. Sounds promising," responded Shigiro, resting his hand on his chin. "Although, you do realize he's worth more alive, don't you?"
Gyone smirked and chuckled. Each fell silent for a second until he spoke.
"So what are you? Rival agent? Bounty hunter?"
"Vigilante of sorts. I have no dire need for funds, being part of the Bolviur's is a luxury of finances."
"Getting bored with the high life in Crygor are we?" asked Gyone.
"You could say that," said Shigiro. "Although it's always nice to have a steady income right?"
"You're not wrong," said Gyone. "Maybe you could be generous and let me take the 50k?"
Shigiro chuckled, then answered with a smile on his face most subtle.
"I'd lose 25k."
"So you wanna split it? Okay, I-"
Gyone was interrupted.
"No, not split," said Shigiro. "The full amount. To help my renown, I bring in the scum for half price, throw out the rest to some charity, and like that, I'm a savior."
Gyone nods. He turned over to the dealer, now holding a fully-shuffled deck and taking a breath.
"Okay, boys," called out the dealer, still with his showmanship ever-present. "Last one of the night. The supersticious, get your charms; the naysayers, get to believing! A special condition has been called by our "host," said the dealer, noticeably irked by having to announce the words. "That all players go all-in. That's right, every last cent!"
Each pushed in their last piles into an overwhelming pot, spanning into the thousands. The dealer continued.
"All accounted? Good. Without a second wasted. Let's wrap the night up!"
Gyone looked back to Shigiro and hastily continued his proposition.
"Okay listen, short and sweet. I spook Baron and get 'em running," as he drew the pistol's butt from his suit and immediately put it back. "You keep the guards busy, while Valkyrie over there heads into the sewers and disarms the explosive under our feet."
"Explosive, you say?" asked Shigiro.
"Yes," answered Gyone. "Bomb, big boom, whole place coming down, yada yada yada. No time, just wait for the game's end and be ready to fight."
Shigiro answered as he turned away.
"Haven't decided yet to trust you, I'm afraid. Let me get back to you."
Gyone's expression turned a tad uneasy as he was answered. Regardless, he kept a poker face, lazy and uncaring like a renegade. The time came for the cards to be dealt out; two for each as always. Gyone calls for a hit as he scanned the room. Valkyrie looked over to him, sweat noticeably forming on his forehead. The neutral man remains no different and plays with a sort of bliss. Then we turn to Shigiro. He sits there in a sense of pondering. Whether his assistance will be met still rests in limbo.
Valkyrie hits. Solid thirty. What was once a wild shot of confidence with a king and queen died with another royalty hit the table. His smile dropped immediately as he slammed his head down. The man stays with his hand, yet doesn't hit. He only watches the happenings of the table. The Baron hits. A confident, sadistic grin envelops the side of his face as it lands down. Shigiro hits. The total comes to a straight twenty. He decides to stay. Finally we rotate to Gyone. He hits. Twenty-two. He folds, but doesn't seem to care. His eyes fixate on Baron as the final players try as best they can to keep a straight face. The nameless and the one who holds his name at the upmost squre off as another card lands in front of Baron.
Seventeen. Baron still sits happy. Gyone looks to Shigiro, nodding a tad as a way of a question. Shigiro shrugs, almost in a joking matter it seemed. The man calls for a hit. A nineteen in total is met. Valkyrie falls from his chair and checks the overview device as he slouches on the floor.
"Huh?" slurred Valkyrie as he watched the small red dots retreating from the lower area.
He continued from under his breath.
"What the hell is this? The bomb's out in the open.. How long do we have?"
Another rotation starts. We go around to the man who hits, an ace lands down, bumping him up to the twenty range. Baron stares angrily at the two deadlocked twenties and hastily calls for a hit in the form of rapid, violent tapping. A three comes up, leading the tie to an absolute all around. It soon turns to two as Shigiro folds his cards only moments after. the dealer announces the final rotation.
"Well you can't say it ain't exciting, folks! These two have found themselves in a stalemate! Only an ace will save you here, so keep your prayers a'comin and your charms handy! Are you ready?"
Both nod as they stare at one another. Baron laughed, then spoke to the man directly.
"Prayers are right, boy. There isn't a damn way you're getting two aces in a row without some bull."
He cracked his knuckles, then his fingers. After which, he continued even more so, reaching a noticeable breaking point.
"Alright, my man! Let's do this!"
Gyone looked over to Shigiro, brought by his glance. Shigiro motioned his hands as if inviting for the kill. He turned away and curled his left hand softly on the pistol handle.
"Actually," spouted Baron at the last second as the card nearly flies onto the table. "I'm content with staying. Go on, boy. The pot's staring ya right in the face!"
The man stops for a second and takes a glance around the room. After a brief moment of doubt, he calls for a hit with a tap on the table. Gyone tightens his grip as the card leaves the dealer's hand. Valkyrie glances over with haste and fear in his eyes. He forms his right hand into a gun shape and mocks shooting out his neck from under his chin. Shigiro sits with his eyes closed and arms crossed. No more time to wonder and plan. Gyone knew he needed to act now with or without help.
The card lands on the table. Each look in absolute shock as the value is shown. Another ace lands on the table for the man who appears pleasantly surprised at the outcome. The Baron's grin immediately turns sour, growling; about ready to foam at the mouth it seems. He shoots up from his chair enraged. Before a word escaped his mouth, Gyone sprang up from his seat, pistol aligned to Baron. Baron turned his attention, still enraged, but also caught off-guard indefinitely. Suddenly, four more guards sprang in from the back door as the gun was being held up. All attention slowly turned to the scene unfolding. Safety off and ready to fire, Gyone thought to himself as he took a deep breath.
+"Come hell or high water."+
Dimm: Birth of Vipers
Dimm and General Gore stand in a war room, tinted by an orange glow of the middle table. Dead center was a holo-map, depicting the entire landscape of Licentia and their location near the edge of the continent in Halsberth. The room is surrounded in rock and lined with black iron to support the circular area. Each stand opposite of each other. Gore stood with his arms crossed, staring at Dimm. Dimm focused on the map, trying to avoid direct eye contact. Dimm spoke up after a moment of silent staring.
"Let me get the mission straight, sir," said Dimm as directed his attention to Gore. "You want me to gather information in Crygor's political condition after the late King Koro's passing?"
"Right, Sergeant Oxmen," answered Gore. "It's a simple recon, nothing to get your hands dirty with. Leave your rifle behind, but take your blade in case."
"So it's safe to assume that there are not many stakes involved in this operation?"
Gore replied immediately as he rose his voice and began to walk around the circular table towards Dimm.
"Quite the opposite, Oxmen! Knowing who or what's going to take over leadership is as big a stake as you can carry. As soon as we can know, we can appeal and in turn, re-obtain our ties with the city without having to worry about that backstabbing son of a.."
Gore stopped himself and took a breath as he stood next to him, then continued.
"..Anyway, to answer your question, this is in fact an important mission, so don't go slacking on me."
Dimm looked up and responded.
"Then why are you sending me? Surely I'm not the most qualified."
Gore only pointed to his birthmark. He began to explain a moment later.
"Your destiny. Not many of us are born like you, let alone are you scholar-types ever in a position of military to utilize. It's around this time I must teach you how to use your abilities, obviously not shown to you properly."
Gore placed his hand on Dimm's right shoulder.
"Consider this a rite of passage, Dimm."
"What should I do?" asked Dimm as he looked to the iron floor at his feet. "What does it mean to be a scholar?"
"It's what you make of your own path," said Gore. "One day, you'll be able to look at mountains and tell it's story, what's inside it, and even tell it's future. All by a single glance. Until that point, you best build some talking skills."
He turned away and walked to his desk, embroidered on the top was a red backdrop with a depiction of a black viper bursting from an egg. Venom dripped from it's fangs. He stared at the image as he spoke.
"You'll be deploying at 14:00 hours, Oxmen," said Gore as he motioned Dimm away. "You're dismissed."
Dimm saluted as he spoke.
He turned back and walked to the lift. He pushed the button for the surface floor and waited for the cage to close. As he waited, he watched Gore walk over to the map and study it for a time. His diligence shone through to who Dimm believed to be a monster.
+"Can we trust him, mom? It's hard to tell sometimes."+